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Cold, the air and water flowing
WHO: Kahl-175 and you!
WHEN: Throughout December, mostly early in the month.
WHERE: The Inn and its surroundings.
WHAT: Kahl goes fishing, improvises some tableware, enjoys the snow, does some Cyborg Things™, and helps get people inside before curfew.
WARNINGS: None so far!
A. Fishing [[A relaxing pastime. Or is it?]]
Kahl's a little confused by the stick with a string on it, but he gets the idea. You put little bits of food on the hook, and that stabs the fish instead of Kahl stabbing them with a spear, right? It makes sense, but it's new to him.
So is fishing with ice. When he got deployed somewhere cold, it was cold. No liquid water anywhere. The idea of standing on a lake is weird, but it seems to be working so far.
Maybe. He hasn't seen any fish yet.
[[Either join Kahl in peaceful fishing adventures, or perhaps the ice starts making unpleasant noises under his weight. It might be about to give way...]]
B. Soup [[A primer on table manners in the Grineer Army.]]
Kahl caught fish! He'd been tempted to gut them and cook them out by the lake, but instead he brought them back to the kitchen. That would help pay for staying here.
And give him a chance to be proud of the fish.
It's not long before he's distracted by what's going on in the rest of the kitchen, though. "That smell good," he points to a large pot over a low fire. "Can eat?"
He gets the go-ahead. "Kahl thank," he unbuckles his helmet, running a hand over his bald head. That was a mistake. His prosthetics are cold.
All the more reason to have soup. It'll warm up the helmet before he puts it back on.
He ladles some soup into the helmet, grabbing a spoon on his way out of the kitchen and finding a seat somewhere near a fire to warm up.
He smiles to whoever else is nearby, gesturing with his makeshift bowl. "Good food here. You have enough?"
C. Snow [[See, snow!]]
The last time Kahl saw snow was in the army. But he hadn't really looked at it. You looked for stuff hiding in the snow. You looked for tracks that told you someone had walked through it. The snow itself was just there.
But now Kahl's thinking more about snow. How white it is until stuff gets in it, the crunching noises it makes in some places, and the way his feet sink into it when he walks.
Right now, he's just sitting outside the inn, looking at the snow. Picking up handfuls of it, trying to bring it up to his eye without breathing on it, so he can get a better look at what snow really is, before it turns into water.
There's a lot of stuff he missed in the army.
D. Maintenance [[Character deconstruction.]]
Snow is good. Ice, Kahl's less convinced about. And sand is bad. Sand got spread around on the ice, and then it gets into his ankle joints. He can feel the little grinding crunch of the grains. His hands are getting beat up too. One of his fingers hasn't been moving right since Eidris.
There's no spare parts here, so he'll just have to fix the ones he's got. He sits down in one of the big open rooms, taking out an equipment case built into his armor, laying out all the little tools on a table.
There's a quiet whirring noise from his right leg. He holds it steady and twists, his knee coming straight out of its socket. It sounded a bit loud, though. Maybe something up at the plug needed cleaning. That would be a pain.
Ankle first, though. He puts his detached lower leg on the table, leaning in to inspect the joints. Not bad. Not great, though. He'll disassemble it.
Bits of leg start piling up on the table in neat little rows, all metal and military-grade polymer. He doesn't know the names for all the parts, but he knows what they all do, and what they should look like. And they're going to be keeping him busy for a while.
E. Curfew [[Quick! An excuse for CR!]]
Curfew is easy for Kahl. Now that he's figured out how long the day cycles are here, he set a timer in his augments. No guesswork required, he knows exactly how much time they've got until the doors slam shut.
Which is why he's gesturing urgently to someone still outside. "Curfew, fifteen seconds! Ghosts coming. Get in!"
F. Wildcard! [[Got another idea? Hit me up on the planning post/CR meme, at CellarSpider#9984, or at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
PaleAntiquarian! If we've already discussed something, feel free to do your own TL!
And as a bonus for reading this far: the music from the title/cut text, We All Lift Together! I cannot be held liable if it gets stuck in your head for the next decade.]]
WHEN: Throughout December, mostly early in the month.
WHERE: The Inn and its surroundings.
WHAT: Kahl goes fishing, improvises some tableware, enjoys the snow, does some Cyborg Things™, and helps get people inside before curfew.
WARNINGS: None so far!
A. Fishing [[A relaxing pastime. Or is it?]]
Kahl's a little confused by the stick with a string on it, but he gets the idea. You put little bits of food on the hook, and that stabs the fish instead of Kahl stabbing them with a spear, right? It makes sense, but it's new to him.
So is fishing with ice. When he got deployed somewhere cold, it was cold. No liquid water anywhere. The idea of standing on a lake is weird, but it seems to be working so far.
Maybe. He hasn't seen any fish yet.
[[Either join Kahl in peaceful fishing adventures, or perhaps the ice starts making unpleasant noises under his weight. It might be about to give way...]]
B. Soup [[A primer on table manners in the Grineer Army.]]
Kahl caught fish! He'd been tempted to gut them and cook them out by the lake, but instead he brought them back to the kitchen. That would help pay for staying here.
And give him a chance to be proud of the fish.
It's not long before he's distracted by what's going on in the rest of the kitchen, though. "That smell good," he points to a large pot over a low fire. "Can eat?"
He gets the go-ahead. "Kahl thank," he unbuckles his helmet, running a hand over his bald head. That was a mistake. His prosthetics are cold.
All the more reason to have soup. It'll warm up the helmet before he puts it back on.
He ladles some soup into the helmet, grabbing a spoon on his way out of the kitchen and finding a seat somewhere near a fire to warm up.
He smiles to whoever else is nearby, gesturing with his makeshift bowl. "Good food here. You have enough?"
C. Snow [[See, snow!]]
The last time Kahl saw snow was in the army. But he hadn't really looked at it. You looked for stuff hiding in the snow. You looked for tracks that told you someone had walked through it. The snow itself was just there.
But now Kahl's thinking more about snow. How white it is until stuff gets in it, the crunching noises it makes in some places, and the way his feet sink into it when he walks.
Right now, he's just sitting outside the inn, looking at the snow. Picking up handfuls of it, trying to bring it up to his eye without breathing on it, so he can get a better look at what snow really is, before it turns into water.
There's a lot of stuff he missed in the army.
D. Maintenance [[Character deconstruction.]]
Snow is good. Ice, Kahl's less convinced about. And sand is bad. Sand got spread around on the ice, and then it gets into his ankle joints. He can feel the little grinding crunch of the grains. His hands are getting beat up too. One of his fingers hasn't been moving right since Eidris.
There's no spare parts here, so he'll just have to fix the ones he's got. He sits down in one of the big open rooms, taking out an equipment case built into his armor, laying out all the little tools on a table.
There's a quiet whirring noise from his right leg. He holds it steady and twists, his knee coming straight out of its socket. It sounded a bit loud, though. Maybe something up at the plug needed cleaning. That would be a pain.
Ankle first, though. He puts his detached lower leg on the table, leaning in to inspect the joints. Not bad. Not great, though. He'll disassemble it.
Bits of leg start piling up on the table in neat little rows, all metal and military-grade polymer. He doesn't know the names for all the parts, but he knows what they all do, and what they should look like. And they're going to be keeping him busy for a while.
E. Curfew [[Quick! An excuse for CR!]]
Curfew is easy for Kahl. Now that he's figured out how long the day cycles are here, he set a timer in his augments. No guesswork required, he knows exactly how much time they've got until the doors slam shut.
Which is why he's gesturing urgently to someone still outside. "Curfew, fifteen seconds! Ghosts coming. Get in!"
F. Wildcard! [[Got another idea? Hit me up on the planning post/CR meme, at CellarSpider#9984, or at
And as a bonus for reading this far: the music from the title/cut text, We All Lift Together! I cannot be held liable if it gets stuck in your head for the next decade.]]
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He nods. "Not everyone in Erdrea practice magic, but it's more uncommon than terribly rare." So far as he's aware, anyway. How many people had a spark of magic, but never sought to use it? That's a question for someone far more familiar with the arcane than he is. "We don't have special names for those without rare skill."
That he was born the Luminary likely means he was always expected to develop magic, though he hadn't known as much until only a few short years ago.
He gives Kahl a considering look. "What sort of combat do you favor?"
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Kahl doesn't know much about magic, but he does know combat. "Slaytra", he pats the long blade clipped to one of his thighs. It's powered down, blade dark and cold, but the sharp edges are still dangerous. "Kahl made. Need good cut to fight Narmer Worms." For now, he's keeping weapons with him. Back at camp on Earth, he'd leave them with brothers. But that's Earth, where most of his brothers know Army stuff.
"And grakata," Kahl pulls his rifle from where it clips to his armor. "Good gun. Shoot fast, hit hard. Made for Grineer, though. Not good for smaller people. Strong kick." Other people could use them if they were interested in trying, but the memory of the last time someone tried has him laughing. "Heh. Brother Horrek tried once, grakata knock him over."
It's fun to talk about this stuff. Asking new friends questions and telling stories. "How Eleven fight?"
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But his attention is drawn to Kahl's unusual weapons, looking them over with raised brows. Something like a saw, and the other he's never seen before. It doesn't have any sharp edges, but a barrel that looks concerning. He's never seen a 'gun' before, and the closest comparisons he has are crossbows and ship cannons. It doesn't look like either of those, so he frowns over it some. The idea of recoil sounds more cannon-like.
"Hm," he says, both curious and wary, but he's happier to answer Kahl's question than prod further. Eleven draws his hand back to clasp the sword hilt on his back, readjusts the slant of the weapon some. "Swords and magic. A combination, sometimes."
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"Mm. Good to have both." Eleven seems nice. If he's getting into fights, it's good to know he can handle things if enemies get too close.
Still, one person wasn't enough sometimes, even a magic one. "Eleven fight alone? Have brothers?" His name was Eleven, so Kahl assumed there were at least some out there.
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Eleven breathes a soft sigh and shifts to get more comfortable. "And now we're here to fight this world's battles."
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But that would have to wait. "Kahl stay here. Make sure undead not steal Brothers. Smash undead, then go home." That was just what made sense to him. He didn't know how the undead had stolen him, and nobody in the Origin System had the tech to get here. If he went back home, and then more people got stolen? His brothers? He can't risk that.
But not everybody has to fight the same way. Or at all, if they're done fighting. "What Eleven do?"
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"Do?" he asks, uncertain for a moment. Eleven turns a frown up through the thicket of snow-covered leaves and branches, then hums a short, thoughtful note. "Well, I think I might be here to- to er, safeguard Life, of a sort."
Eleven grimaces. It sounds a bit outlandish aloud like that, but that's what the spirit in his chest is convinced of. It isn't far off of what he's already done, after all. "The life cycle of this world is being corrupted, I think. I'd like to see it set right again."
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"Then Eleven and Kahl brothers. Fight together." Eleven thought about things in a good way, he seemed experienced, and he didn't have anybody else here. That was more than enough connection, as far as Grineer were concerned.
"Heh. And catch fish, maybe." They've got to be down there somewhere.